*Castor*

I awake to the light patter of rain. After rolling out of bed, I walk to the window, part the draperies, and gaze at the gloominess that somehow comforts and brings solace. I understand why Kiona loves this place, why she has not considered giving it up for any man who doesn’t meet the criteria required for her to have it. She is more relaxed, happier, and at peace here.

Why the devil hasn’t Brinsley asked for her hand already ? He has had months of getting to know her. Is the man blind to the treasure she is ? She will make an excellent Luna, wife, and mother....